Fighting Farriers

The cannon had taken them all out, he was the only one left now, however they continued to fire, and he didn’t have much time left.

Simon's brother approached him as clots of dirt rained down. "We gotta go!" he cried. Simon shook his head. He wasn't done reading "Animal Farm". "The book report's due tomorrow!" he yelled over the explosions' thunder. "Are you nuts?" his brother cried. "There's a war going on!"

Simon said softly “don’t you see? This book is about the war raging around us. The clues are all there. Four legs good, two legs better!” He tapped the page for emphasis. “The question is, are we the pigs or are we the horses?”

“I don’t know daddy, but I’d rather be a horse because people sure love bacon!” Luna said braiding the doll that sat in her lap. “Anyways, can you paint my nails yet?” She finished, looking at Simon with those puppy dog eyes.

“Sure thing Luna.” And with that, Simon cradled her hoof softly in his blacksmith hands and began carefully inspecting Luna’s right horseshoe. “Any particular color?” he asked. Luna whinnied and said, “moonstone, please.”